II
Just twig Miss Dolly at a hop— [4]
She tries to come the graces! [5]
To gain her end she will not stop
And all the swells she chases.
She ogles, nods, and patters flash [6]
To ev'ry flatty cully [7]
Until she frisks him, at a splash [8]
Of rhino, wedge, and tully. [9]
[1: women; prison] [2: pretty face] [3: stealing plate] [4: see; dance] [5: act] [6: talks slang] [7: susceptible fellow] [8: robs; entirely] [9: money]
THE BY-BLOW OF THE JUG [Notes] [1842]
[By PIERCE EGAN in Captain Macheath].
I
In Newgate jail the jolly kid was born— [1]
Infamy he suck'd without any scorn!
His mammy his father did not know,
But that's no odds—Jack was a by-blow!
Foddy, loddy, high O.
II
Scarcely had Jack got on his young pins, [2]
When his mammy put him up to some very bad sins,
And she taught him soon to swear and lie,
And to have a finger in every pie.
Foddy, loddy, high O.